Monday, April 8, 2013

Out There

OUT THERE

http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=endscreen&v=Unmsm95e5vk&NR=1Is there any way of possibly—describing the High Plains out there?There’s no way of describing it—CAPOTE wasn't ready for it at all__________________The bleakness, the lonely starkness—IN COLD BLOOD a living NightmareSANTA FE track straight thru town—some tall white Grecian grain elevators________________They called it OUT THERE—and there’s a reason why they didBetween Kansas and Colorado—there’s nothing but a vast Nothingness_________________Not that that bothers anybody living—out there on the surface of the MoonThe sky looks down on mere humanity—just like it did on the stoic Indians ________________Endless fields of golden wheat fields—out there where the horizon never endedDid Holcomb or Garden City—really even exist in that terrible Void?____________The sky looms high overhead—did it really care for anything down there?OUT THERE was faraway from anything—It was where NOTHINGNESS ruled_________________It’s hard to comprehend sheer Nothingness—especially to a Brooklyn Heights writerAnd yet this is what happened, baby—Capote brought it back to the Big Apple